The music in the private room was deafening. Zhong Xiran speared a grape with a small fork, popping it into her mouth. “It was what it was.” “It sounds like he still cares,” Ming Yan ventured. “He even bothered to explain over the phone.” “Some caring that is, skipping my own birthday dinner,” Xie Yu said, looking at Zhong Xiran. “So, what are you going to do? You two… you can’t just keep on like